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I don’t know him anymore:
this freckle-faced boy
standing on the wet sand
holding up a beach ball,

his striped cotton shirt
tucked into a snake-clasped
multi-coloured belt
on grey flannel shorts.

He poses for the Kodak
held by my father
in this holiday snap
from where? From when?

I’ll never catch the ball
he throws into the air.
It bounces lower
and lower until it stops,
and slowly deflates.

 

 

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